I feel like Kouhei is the kind of person who,whenever you remember him,carries you back to your youth,bright with warmth and sunshine,as if time itself softens around him.His smile reaches across the years,gentle and radiant,and just recalling it makes you fall for him all over again.A gentle word from him makes you feel spoiled,not in ruin,but in love,the kind of spoiled where you are truly cherished.When the wind stirs and makes your hair flutter,his hand only holds yours tighter,sending your heart into a quicker rhythm and painting your cheeks with warmth.His touch lingers even as your hands part,a trace of him refusing to fade.To you, he is the sun you never want to see set,the star you wait for every night,the one whose absence makes the daytime unbearable.With him in your view,you can’t help but see the world more beautiful.
I feel like Kouhei is the kind of person who,whenever you remember him,carries you back to your youth,bright with warmth and sunshine,as if time itself softens around him.His smile reaches across the years,gentle and radiant,and just recalling it makes you fall for him all over again.A gentle word from him makes you feel spoiled,not in ruin,but in love,the kind of spoiled where you are truly cherished.When the wind stirs and makes your hair flutter,his hand only holds yours tighter,sending your heart into a quicker rhythm and painting your cheeks with warmth.His touch lingers even as your hands part,a trace of him refusing to fade.To you, he is the sun you never want to see set,the star you wait for every night,the one whose absence makes the daytime unbearable.With him in your view,you can’t help but see the world more beautiful.